Monday, March 31, 2014

Starry Night

       I've often fantasized about attending a masquerade ball. There's something so intriguing about concealing your identity for a night and lurking around like an aristocrat in 16th century Italy. Oh, what I would give to have twirled amongst Carine Roitfeld and company at the 2010 Vogue Paris bal masqué, or be mistaken for Serena van der Woodsen in Gossip Girl's iconic masquerade episode. My fantasy got a fairy tale ending this past weekend at "NYU Unmasked," the semi-formal held at none other than the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was a MET Gala moment; seeing the museum's facade lit up against the night sky and ascending the famed steps all dressed to the nines. Inside was even more surreal as I posed with friends next to Grecian sculptures and danced under the vaulted ceiling. But the most thrilling part of the night was donning my dream dress: an authentic 1950s vintage frock that I'd hunted down just hours before the event. With an hourglass silhouette, classical velvet straps and scalloped overlay, the dress called out my name from its post in Metropolis Vintage. When I asked the sales guy to bring it down for me, he said, "This one's hard to come by. You don't see a dress like this everyday." I couldn't help but agree when I slipped it on, realizing it had a full petticoat that created the most beautiful cinch at the waist with an exaggerated flare below. The tea-legnth hem falls just under my knees, perfect for spinning with a bit of 50s sass. Delicate Chantilly lace contrasts with creamy satin underneath for an antique feel worthy of an Age of Innocence-style fete. Up at the MET, I found a black crochet mask that perfectly complemented my treasured frock. A night for the history books, or better yet, the Renaissance wing.


  1. Wow! So cool!! I've always wanted to go to a masquerade!


  2. Amazing I love your dress! I'd love to attend a masquerade ball someday :)

  3. Cool!